There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing
We observe the nature of English fields planted with lavender
View of the bridge against the sky where the sun is setting on the horizon
Where the sky merges with the earth. The world is multifaceted
A brooding horizon where the setting sun sings a song to a lonely tree
The place where you want to be at any time of the year
A mown field where straw lies in bales, against a bright blue sky